Like pounding your head into a brick wall repeatedly, Kore Ga Mayaku Da will most likely leave you a bloody mess on the dirty ground, head cracked open with your frontal lobe exposed and glistening in the Sun as crows have a go at the mushy goo inside. You'd wonder why anyone would ever want to do that to themselves just as much as I wonder why anyone would ever want to make an album like this. It's simply beyond any human comprehension, which has lead to believe that Oni and Pikachu (the two girls behind Afrirampo) are simply not of this world. Seriously, as much as I might enjoy this album, there are no words to describe exactly how much it fazes me. You just never know what to expect. Between two incredible guitar riffs, the two girls might start to baby-talk, scream their lungs out or leave out huge chunks of silence. Go figure! Yet somehow, regardless of all this cartoonish hardcore punk madness, I find myself enjoying the ride.